The Decade Poem by Joshua Hillard

Who was I ten years ago?
I count those days as each one passed,
I reflect on the mirror portraying my imagine,
I see where I am now, to where I was last

How many footsteps have these shoes walked?
Is it possible I had become lost?
Walking in circles in the dead of night,
Every minute wasted, but at what cost?

My heart unlocked itself all those years ago,
In just one day, a new chapter was wrote,
In this time only I was to listen,
Losing all faith, along with hope,

I stand here now, a decade later,
Facing life with twice the pain,
With permanent ink to fill my pen,
Only to watch it dry and stain,

Scars are lessons; an afflicted past,
A mirrored reflection of a trial faced,
But wounds are our present pain,
A potential scar already traced,

No matter the mistakes along this journey,
I show promise, as no past shall repeat,
Is there a chance I been walking backwards?
Each step fills my heart with deceit,

Whom can I turn to, when I am on my own?
Ten years later, I follow this command,
A ball and chain, but around my waist,
For I am my own helping hand,

I see a parallel path, following my own,
With age, I gained knowledge of north,
No more circles that has no end,
It's time for Sorrow to finally come forth,

Ten years in, yet ten years out,
This book is written from end to start,
Start to end in the premonition of pain,
But no page has been torn apart,

For I am me, the author of this book,
Feeding it life, for a chance to be told,
Reading it now, how can it be?
The same sentence at twelve years old…